PAVLOV
One guy's a criminal judge now, by appointment,
selected and placed into Hackensack rulings. He sits
there and plays to the jury - gives out the book
sentence to all those Latin Kings. I never came to
witness a more simple thing : murder, madness, drugs
and mayhem. The landscape is calm once more.
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Why one should brag about such things, I'll never know;
but it happens. The sunrise pierces the courthouse dome -
each morning the same light gets refracted : a crack or a
chink, can't ever tell. Why are we born already fallen?
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Knee jerk reaction, blemish afar. Automatic writing
from star to star. Outside the Grand Ace Motel,
three nightmare girls are still lined up - working
the passing cars as best they can. Maybe one in
fifty even give a second look. How can a
girl make a buck in this world?
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